Noises and smells drifted in and out of Molly's awareness. Cheap shampoo. Clinking sounds again, but muffled. A bird chirping outside the window. Darkness for a while. Cheap shampoo, again. Her nose was pressed against fabric. A pillow. She was back on the bed, but lying on her stomach this time. The shampoo was what he had given her when he'd ordered her to take a shower yesterday and the day before. Nice guy. He'd even given her clean pajamas.
Everything was so foggy. She could hardly feel the pain radiating from her left hand, and her foot hurt not at all. Extra medicine. Why? She heard more clinking sounds. She buried her head deeper in the pillow and tried to drift off again. No use listening. She was pretty sure she had already made today's video. One line floated to the surface of her mind: This is your last chance. Only one thing ever came after the videos. She closed her eyes.